Phantasmagoria
Pretty how leaves fall on the ground
Hear the owls hootin’ in the night
As the whispers echo in the breeze
Now the shadows start to gather
Tearing someone limb from limb
Another unlucky soul loses their head
Shadows chew the meat off the bones
Making them pleased ‘n’ mor’ hungry
Ah— see them begin to grin widely
Giants tremble whenever they’re near
O~ they fear the shadow man’s army
Raised to spread out across many
Islands, villages, across cities, & towns
Anything that faces them never live to see the light of day!
02/10\2020 (c)